Azalea_Belrose

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart.

But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered.

She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design.

Big mistake.

They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom.

In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again.

But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next:

The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate.

The General!

Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart.

To the prince, she was:
A woman disguised as a man.
A healer who knew the way of the sword.
A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows.
The most intriguing enigma of his life.

Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

Return of the General's Daughter

The kneeling man—Commander Bato—lowered his head further, blood trickling down the bridge of his nose and dripping onto the marble floor.

"Your Highness," he said through clenched teeth, "The rebel group's coming out was unforeseen. Who would think they would go back on their words and tell everyone that they are the Vengefuls?"

Bato could feel the chill in the room as Rueben's aura grew even darker.

"When we chased them, they were like ghosts—planted false trails, used decoys. They also led us to believe the assassination attempt on the king had not happened yet. It was supposed to happen tonight."

Prince Reuben's jaw tightened. He paced the length of the chamber, boots striking hard against the floor. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows behind him, painting his crimson cloak with flickers of blue and gold, a twisted mockery of serenity.

The Aftermath